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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538769" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Yankee Volunteers</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'A surgeon of the United States' army says that on inquiring of<br>the Captain of his company, he found that NINE-TENTHS of the men<br>had enlisted on account of some female difficulty.'—Morning Paper.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Ye Yankee Volunteers!<br>It makes my bosom bleed<br>When I your story read,<br>Though oft 'tis told one.<br>So—in both hemispheres<br>The women are untrue,<br>And cruel in the New,<br>As in the Old one!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What—in this company<br>Of sixty sons of Mars,<br>Who march 'neath Stripes and Stars,<br>With fife and horn,<br>Nine-tenths of all we see<br>Along the warlike line<br>Had but one cause to join<br>This Hope Forlorn?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Deserters from the realm<br>Where tyrant Venus reigns,<br>You slipp'd her wicked chains,<br>Fled and out-ran her.<br>And now, with sword and helm,<br>Together banded are<br>Beneath the Stripe and Star<br>Embroider'd banner!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And is it so with all<br>The warriors ranged in line,<br>With lace bedizen'd fine<br>And swords gold-hilted—<br>Yon lusty corporal,<br>Yon color-man who gripes<br>The flag of Stars and Stripes—<br>Has each been jilted?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come, each man of this line,<br>The privates strong and tall,<br>'The pioneers and all,'<br>The fifer nimble—<br>Lieutenant and Ensign,<br>Captain with epaulets,<br>And Blacky there, who beats<br>The clanging cymbal—</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O cymbal-beating black,<br>Tell us, as thou canst feel,<br>Was it some Lucy Neal<br>Who caused thy ruin?<br>O nimble fifing Jack,<br>And drummer making din<br>So deftly on the skin,<br>With thy rat-tattooing—</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Confess, ye volunteers,<br>Lieutenant and Ensign,<br>And Captain of the line,<br>As bold as Roman—<br>Confess, ye grenadiers,<br>However strong and tall,<br>The Conqueror of you all<br>Is Woman, Woman!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No corselet is so proof<br>But through it from her bow<br>The shafts that she can throw<br>Will pierce and rankle.<br>No champion e'er so tough,<br>But's in the struggle thrown,<br>And tripp'd and trodden down<br>By her slim ankle.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus always it was ruled:<br>And when a woman smiled,<br>The strong man was a child,<br>The sage a noodle.<br>Alcides was befool'd,<br>And silly Samson shorn,<br>Long, long ere you were horn,<br>Poor Yankee Doodle!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Makepeace+Thackeray">William Makepeace Thackeray</a><div class=q>
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Ye Yankee Volunteers!
It makes my bosom bleed
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